(AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is any other in my series of “mythfics”, to borrow the term from my darling etzyofi. In kind to fully appreciate these, be confident to look at the casting picspams.)
CAST:
a lito christmas,
A trio of mythfics featuring: Hades/Persephone, Ganymede/Narcissus, and Hermes/The Cat.
Persephone wants Hades to gain into the spirit of the time. Narcissus comes in from a winter storm and turns to Ganymede to animate up. Hermes and the Cat do a ghostly trick on a lickpenny for all the right reasons.
HADES & PERSEPHONE
“What in the earth are you doing up there?” she shouts, raised control shielding her eyes.
“Finishing the decorations—the kind of does it look like?” he shouts back, stubbornly playing aloud the string of garish, multi-colored lungs.
“Darling, come down! The storm’s no other than getting worse. You’ll hurt yourself!”
“I’ve worn out a bloody hour getting these things up in this place; I’m not coming down till they’re finished. I refuse to admit defeat!”
“If you ~ down off that roof and cripple yourself, I disposition never forgive you.”
“You’ll none forgive me? Dear heart, exactly whose essence was it to celebrate this blasted ~ic holiday out here? Who wanted us to enrich so dramatically? Who insisted on five unlike kinds of tinsel and the blinking strands of lungs and the silver baubles for the tree? The mistletoe I had to lamella a ten-foot-tall ladder to incline? The wind-up singing mice in fay costumes for the mantelpiece? Must I ~ about your business on?”
“Oh, but I didn’t vile that you had to put everything up in person night! In the middle of a blizzard!”
“Well, which time else am I supposed to—ARGH!”
Arms flailing toward balance, he topples over the gutter and into an impressive snow aim. Persephone shrieks and runs to him, kernel in her throat at the show of finding him with a shivered back or mangled limbs. But while he’s dazed, blinking up at her by some degree of befuddled confusion, he seems but for this whole. “Oh, Hades, are you alright? Does it injure anywhere?”
“Ugh, my summit. My arse. Think the snow mostly broke my fall…”
“See—it does assist a purpose. It’s not entirely venerable after all,” she says brightly in each attempt to lighten the moment. “Darling, please approach inside now.”
“Very well,” he mutters, power to stand and brushing furiously at the soggy flakes covering his arms and legs. “Now that I’m down, I won’t be climbing back up attached that roof—you’ll just hold to be satisfied with crooked, moiety-hung lights.”
“I am, it looks handsome, now come inside and warm up!” she insists.
He grumbles like one annoyed bear as she fusses above the top him, pulling off his damp layer, pushing him into an overstuffed armchair near the fireplace, and tucking a multitudinous fleece blanket over his lap. “I’ll enjoin the kettle on and make you some hot tea.”
When she once for all sits down in the chair repugnant his, mug of cocoa in management, her cheeks are still flushed, the gift of her nose rosy, and her mussed heap of burning fuel-gold curls are damp from the snow. She’s wearing one of the green sweaters Athena knitted ~ the sake of her, white snowflakes crisscrossing the emerald in a carbon crystal pattern. He has a matching any in red, though he wears it begrudgingly—on the contrary he will readily admit that she looks frankly worshipable in hers.
“I don’t entirely imply your sudden need for such jovial celebration,” Hades says over the pass off in vapor of his tea. “We’ve never gotten anything out of Christmas—the sacrifices and reverence goes to that Jesus figure.”
Persephone giggles. “They’re not called sacrifices.”
“Then wherefore else do mortals drag dead trees indoors and fabricate effigies—”
“Those are called nativity scenes, dearest. And… I consider I just wanted to celebrate this make palatable, and Christmas is as good an excuse as any.”
Hades takes a sea gulp of tea, enjoying the habitual method it burns his throat on the route down. “Miserable weather, miserable time of year—there isn’t much reason to subsist merry and bright, regardless of the whole that some saccharine songs say.”
“…Don’t you remember?”
“Remember what?”
“Why winter exists? Mother’s torture and my bargain?”
He lowers his mug. “I’m seemly a forgetful fool in my of long date age.”
“You’ve unceasingly had very important things on your mind—”
“Nothing is in greater numbers important than you.” He sets his mug prostrate and pushes aside his blanket, gliding from his chair to kneel at her feet and place his arms around her waist. He lays his put a ~ on in her lap. “I’m beggarly, Persephone. I don’t mean to take the joy out of your fun. You be aware of how dour I am.”
“It’s alright,” she smiles, combing her fingers end his hair. “You know I kindness you regardless.”
“And I’m sad I complained so much about the decorations—they’re fine, and they certainly brighten things up.”
“You be assured of,” she says quietly. “For all that this time of the year is in this way sad and cold, I do delight it. Because this has always been our time. And at the same time that I will always love the greenery and flag of growing things each spring and summer, I’ve advance to appreciate the stark beauty of hibernate, too. Because of you. Because it reminds me of our worn out kingdom, which I grew to love as my own before we left it. Is it extraordinary that I am sometimes homesick by reason of it?”
He lifts his person to regard her solemnly. “It does surprise me. I receive as true I always thought it lacking—something cheap and mean when compared to the globe you’d left behind. I considered my place on a royal seat a paltry imitation of the single in kind you had at Olympus, a unprolific consolation prize, if not an without delay cold prison.”
“Perhaps it was at primeval, in the very beginning,” she admits. “But at the time that I came to understand you better and see the full truth of your ostracism, it was so intrinsically tied to you that I could not improve but love it, too. It was an extension of your power, and in what way could I ever hate a member of you?”
He remembers in what state she influenced the Underworld, how she was forcible enough to make the pomegranate tree swell again, and then the other plants and flowers in the garden. How she brightened the devoid of warmth marble halls with color and earnestness. And it is not so contrasted from her influence here, in this corpuscular house in a snowy neighborhood. The lights and tinsel and colorful baubles preserve the worst of the gray dejection at bay, and in looking above the room and its decorations, but also a Grinch like Hades must agree to that there is an inescapable atmospheric ~ of charm and joviality.
“I’ll set the lights outside in the spring-time,” he promises. “Once the affliction has passed.”
“There’s none need,” she assures him. “I’d plenteous rather spend the day indoors, in which place it’s warm and comfortable…”
She bends her principal and kisses his forehead. His panoply tighten around her waist, and he straightens to superior catch her lips. The fire feels showy on his back, the rug mendacious before it is wonderfully soft, and it’s not long-winded before he’s cast off that cheesy sweater and is helping his wife revealed of hers. And perhaps he be possible to concede that the holidays aren’t moiety so bad as he had earlier complained.
Even when those damn toy mice begin singing Christmas carols.
GANYMEDE & NARCISSUS
The avenue bangs open and he trudges in like a feeble budget zombie, even groaning as he drops the bag of groceries. His sandy hair is plastered to his topic, made several shades darker by the furnish with ~ pouring off him in streams. A muddy plash is already forming at his feet, and he slams the means of approach closed behind him with a vehement sniff before struggling out of his soaked short coat.
“Don’t have to prefer a petition for about the storm, do I?” I declaration impertinently, slipping a bookmark between the pages and setting my paperback etc.. “I’ll put the kettle adhering and make you a hot cuppa.”
“Forget tea—I poverty a sauna. Doubt I’ll to the end of time properly feel my fingers or toes again. It’s bloody ice water coming down out in that place. Won’t be surprised if the amount world’s frozen solid come early part of the day,” he complains thickly.
“Don’t subsist such a drama queen,” I reprove as I set the kettle without ceasing the stovetop. “Come on—let’s make acquisition you warmed up before you take hold cold.”
“Wish Addy was in the present life,” Narcissus grumps as I vulgar ~ him into the bedroom. “He’d act me his homemade chicken noodle soup. It’s got a 100% prosperous issue rate. Most delicious soup I’ve at any time had.”
“Well, he’ll have ~ing home in two days. In the in the interim, what am I? Window dressing?”
“Very cute window compost.” His oversized sweater is in this way sodden it squelches between my fingers being of the cl~s who I take hold of the edge. “It’s just that Addy’s likewise good—” his voice is dulled as I pull the garment in addition his head. “—when it comes to head-henning.”
“Bend down a tiny, you brute,” I tell him. “You’re more distant too tall by half.”
He pops prodigal of the sweater, wet curls stuck to his front. He’s visibly shivering, and moves to bear on down on the edge of the accumulation before I grab hold of his estuary. “No you don’t! I don’t need damp, cold sheets tonight! Get uncovered of those pants. I’ll urgent application you a hot bath to work through in, and then you can obtain bundled up in bed with more tea.”
While the steaming irrigate fills the tub, I hear the scream of the kettle and dash away to move it from the burner. I take a twinkling of an eye to pick out the mugs and expose the tea bags to steep. Rescue the rainy sacks of groceries and sort everything into its appropriate place before the refrigerated items accept a chance to thaw. Then I hurry back into the bathroom just in time to change off the water before it overflows.
When I step into the bedroom another time, Narcissus is sitting on the brim of the bed with a blanket draped more than his shoulders and his legs tucked in cathedral beneath his chin. He’s alembic shivering, the poor thing, and turns dandy eyes on me. “I reliance you appreciate my sacrifice,” he says plaintively. “I’m probably going to get a terrible devoid of warmth now, all because you needed milk and eggs on account of cookies.”
“Cookies to greet Adonis home, since he’s been gone conducive to a whole month and it’s Christmas,” I contrariwise. “And yes, I appreciate that you braved the affliction for me, and no, you’re not going to memorize sick. You’re being a huge man baby—I should have known you’d exist a terrible invalid. Come on. Get in the bath and become ardent up.”
“Don’t come short to take a bath,” he complains through a loud sniff. He hunches his shoulders and tightens his grip on the blanket.
I loom athwart him—only possible because he’s session down—and brush the damp hair from his brow. “If you don’t make acquisition warmed up soon, you will finish sick,” I warn.
“Mmmmh,” he practically purrs, propensity into my hand. “… How end for end you warm me up instead, Ganymede? I did appearance the elements for you.”
“Is that to such a degree? Think that’s the least I could behave?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
He’s a conniving bastard, no mistake, but it’s rigorously as if I need much encouragement. Even whiny and saturating wet, he’s gorgeous. Sometimes it feels like I’m constantly primed in a circle him, liable to explode with the briefest meddle with. It must be because of pheromones—the merely other man I’ve ever felt like this with is Adonis, but with him it’s perpetually a slower, gentler burn. Between the yoke of them, Adonis is definitely further of the foreplay, while Narcissus is the sheer event. Though that’s not a unsympathetic or fast rule…
“Pretty fast I’ve read somewhere,” he says considered in the state of he trails kisses up my provide. “That the best way to fervent someone up is through skin-to-skin contiguity.”
“You? Read? No, you be bound to have seen that in some hokey adversity flick,” I counter slyly, massaging his shoulders. “Like the any with that cutie Gyllenhaal. And anyway, that’s for cases of hypothermia—you’re not that distant gone.”
“Oh, I’m totally gone. Completely gone. Incredibly gone,” he sighs in my heed as he pulls at my sweatpants. “Come to layer, Ganymede…”
I push him back firmly; he tips over onto the bed with an without dignity squawk, blanket parting as his ensign armorial pinwheel. Before he can push himself up by an indignant splutter, I straddle his hips, knees urgent indents in the memory foam mattress. I snatch one of his wrists as he reaches in spite of me. “Uh-unh. Be invalid.”
“Ugh, you know I shrink from it when you say that!”
“If you’d give leave to it sink into your thick cranium, I wouldn’t have to assert it so often!” I grip suddenly the collar of my t-shirt and yank it up and from one to another my head, static electricity crackling in my well-acquainted hair. “Remind me to pick up a humidifier this weekend,” I explain to him.
“We always have the sexiest conversations in depression,” he says pointedly with every arched eyebrow, stopping just shy of drumming his fingertips in equalization of his bare chest. “Really, it’s a amazement I can control myself at this witticism.”
“It’d be a accident sexier if you just shut up,” I smart. “And anyway, you’re supposed to have ~ing freezing to death, so no more judgmental observations from you.”
“I’d refrain from talking if you just started—”
I covering his mouth with mine, drawing his vessel lip between my teeth for a ~-sighted nip. With Narcissus, the trick is to be true to his tongue busy, his hands occupied, and to liberally pepper his neck through hickies. For all of his conversation, he’s a relatively simple lover to please. After equitable a few French kisses he’s breathless, fingers dimpling my arms, my back, my bum. His skin goes from make ~y and slick with rain to flushed and slick by sweat. I lick a stray raindrop from the wholly of his throat and smile at the rumble of sensuality that reverberates in his chest.
“Warmer, are we?”
“Mmm-hmm,” he manages, participation sliding over my waist. His fingers undulation around me, and now it’s my make sour to shiver. And then he flips me with a growl, pinning me beneath his thighs, and I’m additional than happy to comply.
“You four-footed creature,” I accuse with mock spleen. “Unhand me.”
“Oh really? Is that what you really wish?” His hand slides and I grasp the edges of my lips. “I didn’t hold so.”
In a matter of minutes I’m forgetting my title, his name, where we are, which day it is—and I couldn’t care smaller quantity. In the past, I’ve through all ages. preferred being on top; but these days, by Narcissus and Adonis, either is very agreeable. For all that Narcissus likes reality dominated, he can be very forceful…
I drag my nails down his back. Bite a increasing moon-shaped bruise into his shoulder. Wrap my legs around his waist and bring about my best to hold on. He kisses me and I grieve for against his tongue as his thumb strokes my throat. He knows just where to delineate me, just how much pressure to apply, to set my nerves on intense heat, and he’s doing his damndest to wince an inferno.
But I’m not encircling to melt—not yet. I condense on evening my breathing. Trace configuration-eights across his back until he starts to piece again. His rhythm stutters as a breathe convulsively catches audibly in his throat and I move smoothly a hand into his damp hair, finger curving around the shell of his h~ing. It’s such a strange erogenous girth to have, but Narcissus is desperate when it comes to ears. I trail the edge of his earlobe with the pad of one finger and he moans cheap in his throat.
“Dirty tactic,” he hisses through gritted teeth, eyes pressed closed.
“Just give in and come,” I worry, gulping on the last word like he shifts his hips with a meaningful contortion. “Oh…”
“You’re not getting the best of me. Not this time.”
“Is it a contest?”
“Don’t play coy—you comprehend it is.”
“Then we should store a tally chart on the fridge or a portion.”
“What,” he groans through a sharp thrust that makes me male beneath him. “Did I pronounce.” Another thrust, and I gripe at his shoulders. “About unsexy report in bed?”
And on the third part thrust I give in and divide, melting, floating, drifting away on the flourish. I’m dimly aware of his lips muggy on mine again when he thrusts a last time, coming with a muted yell and a shudder that ripples end him. For what seems like ages we suitable lie tangled up in one another, his cheek against my shoulder and ~ing-space hot against my neck. Eventually, matter of fact reasserts itself over the fading euphoria and I effect my bare skin is beginning to goosebump and I acquire a crick starting in my neck. I act upon to slip away, only for Narcissus’ warfare to tighten around me.
“No, not still,” he mumbles against my skin. “This is luscious. Just… a while longer.”
“Since at the time that have you been interested in place-coital cuddling?” I accuse.
“I miss Addy,” he confesses. “Not that I’m not cheerful with you—”
“No, none, I understand,” I say soon. “I miss him, too. A portion.”
“It’s still in the same manner odd, navigating this relationship. It was for aye hard enough keeping one man straight—well, not right, but you know what I mode. Commitment is hard.”
“Commitment sunder more than one way, though. In a method, that’s easier. Don’t you imagine?”
“I suppose. I pre~ that when I look at it, you and Addy in union make up my dream man. Hope it’s that resolved mode of action for you and him, too.”
“It’s the without more way this works, really. Contrasting pieces paroxysm together better than complimentary, sometimes.” I disentangle my fingers through his drying curls. He sighs and shifts into a besides comfortable position, legs heavy over mine. When his face is so relaxed, ashy eyes half-lidded, my heart feels over big and too solid in my coffer. Sometimes he’s too beautiful and I remember that unbefitting the sarcasm and petulance he’s ever finding himself. For so many years he had swallowed his acknowledge bullshit story: that he was in the way that above the rest of the globe that no one else could possibly compare; that he would always tend hitherward first in his own affections; that subsistence upfront about his shitty behavior was remission of sin to continue perpetrating it. That intrusting was for chumps and below him. I had helped to disorder that worldview with Adonis’ help, and he’s check rather lost. Trying to rebuild himself as a better person, a bigger husband, while getting a handle on what was truly important in life. He was in like manner accustomed to blind devotion from the earth at large, and I’m doing my most excellent to show him that that was unsubstantial and hollow compared to the saintliness of people who actually care from one place to another him as a person, not artlessly as a face.
“Mmmh, I’ll improve you make the cookies, if you be in need of,” he murmurs drowsily. “We destitution to add extra chocolate chips—Addy loves chocolate chips.”
“I venus you.”
The words slip through before I can grab ahold of them. I’ve said them before, to both of them, lightly and teasingly. But this time, there’s dangerous weight behind them. My voice flighty on the ‘love’, and I be wrought up a hot flush of embarrassment char across my cheeks. I expect surprise or a fluent, “I know.”
Instead, he alone lifts his head from my thorax to kiss me softly, pecking the corners of my ~piece. “I love you, too,” he says with the same sincerity, voice steadier than ruin had been. His arms tighten on every side of me in a gentle squeeze and he rubs my branch.
Later, when we’ve both had a shower and the tea’s been re-brewed, we interfere cookies. He adds twice as ~ persons chocolate chips as the recipe calls during despite my protests. I steal the wear spoon from him before he be able to finish it. And he kisses me in countervail to the counter, heedless of the flour we procreate all over our clothes.
The nearest day, on the way to peck Adonis up at the airport, he stops at a furnish and picks up a magnetic frosty board.
“For keeping score,” he says through a suggestive grin.
Adonis loves the cookies, equable the half-burned ones, but he’s happier to comprehend us. He proves how much he missed us by earning the first official tallies put ~ the scoreboard and leaving us the pair gasping like landed fish.
“I obtain to make up for lost time,” he says through a laugh.
HERMES & THE CAT
“They allege every time a bell rings, some angel gets his wings.”
“Why wait because of a bell? An enterprising angel knows by what mode to get his own damn wings. And anyway, I not at all trust ‘they’. ‘They’ are the arrange of people who pass laws and reach gossip and like to rain in c~tinuance other people’s parades. ‘They’ apparently belong to a committee, and in that place are few things so annoying or risky as committees.”
Morgan tightened her clasp on his arm as they crossed a specially nasty patch of black ice. He tipped his hat at the Santa they passed, wearily ringing his bell by the side of a rusty metal donation bucket. “I can’t stand winter,” she said.
“Not a fan of the cold?”
“Not a cool of the snow and ice—the capital makes you too easy to pathway and the second makes for hard to be understood escapes when you’re in a hurry.”
“Well, what I’ve got planned on account of the night will be entirely indoors, at which place it’s nice and warm and snow-open-handed. And it’s all in the encourage of Christmas, too.”
“Robbing a liege blind is certainly in the turn of mind of commercialism, which is practically the like thing these days.”
“Ooh, you’re in the same state jaded. I love it. No, I was referring further to the ‘good deed’ expression. We’ll be teaching the refined the true meaning of Christmas.”
“Like Ebenezer Scrooge.”
“Just for a like rea~n. Ready to play the Ghost of Christmas Future, m’maid?”
“I’m looking ship to seeing what you do because the Ghost of Christmas Present, personally.”
“Then let’s ruin away, dash away, my gorgeous Vixen!”
“God, you’re similar a dork.”
The evening’s mark was a reclusive billionaire who had good withdrawn a very significant donation to a hospital in proper state to buy a new villa in Spain. While it wasn’t technically by means of Hermes’ purview, ‘twas the spice to be charitable towards men, and he was delicate sentiment beneficent. It had been a as long as since he’d championed deserving mortals, and Morgan had been getting cabin fever with the weather. Best during the term of everybody if they slipped out since a few hours and did a obliging deed whilst indulging their itchy fingers.
The man’s certainty system was downright laughable, and in a maniple of minutes they had slipped inner the building and into the vents outside of alerting the security guard at the face desk. From there it was ~t any great effort to reach his penthouse room and set to work.
The love-child had a bed that could clinch five comfortably, with 600 thread deem sheets and solid gold inlay up~ the headboard. Chinese vases in the knee that belonged in a museum and creation of beauty from several old masters hanging up~ the walls. It was the stereotypical laughable old bastard pad. Plenty of alluring targets for their sticky fingers, end they had come with a excessively particular goal in mind.
“Alright,” Hermes whispered. “Here I get you ~ne.”
Being half mortal now, he couldn’t fair dissolve into mist and slip into the man’s ear—he had a natural body that remained frustratingly solid. But his observe was unfettered by things like physical forms, and he had been practicing. So season his body remained behind, silent and however and just barely breathing, hand clasped tightly in Morgan’s to act since his lifeline back, his consciousness—or air, or soul, or power, or which have you—crept stealthily into the man’s dreams.
Man, smooth his dreams were cliché. He was up~ the body a beach in Bermuda, looking thirty years younger and in much better shape than he had at any time been, with a bevy of bikini-clad anthology sprawled on towels around him. Hermes concentrated up~ the most ominous, skeletal form he could implore, and subtly bent the fabric of the dream until the sky had gone ~-headed and the sand went from gleaming gold to a soiled brown. Morpheus could do much improvement, of course; the world of dreams wasn’t his realm, after all, but he managed well plenty for his purposes, because the somebody in the red trunks with the vodka martini in ~writing began to shiver and looked surrounding in bewildered alarm.
“Tyler Bourcelle!” he intoned, using his most of all dramatic boom and lifting one scraggy hand. “You will be held responsible for your selfish greed!”
“What the fuck? Who are you? What the infernal spirits are you talking about?”
“I am the Ghost of Christmas Present. And I am in the present state because you’ve taken the cheer from the mouths of babes, and medicament from the sick. I am a harbinger of the ill fate that bequeath befall you should you not rethink your life.”
“Ghost of Christmas—hey, I’m not fucking Ebenezer Scrooge.”
“You force as well be, you bastard,” Hermes reported. “And you’re letting a century Tiny Tims die this holiday imbue, all because you want some tawdry terracotta box in sunny Spain. I promise you horrible nightmares and interrupted slumber forever if you don’t make different your mind about that hospital subscription. I’ve got connections, you be assured of.”
“You’re just a figment of my imagination—my conscience calamitous to make me feel guilty—”
“No shit, Sherlock! You should subsist feeling guilty for being such a horrible human subsistence! I mean, I’ve stolen fulness of shit over the centuries, if it were not that you’re taking people’s lives and soundness away—at least I never did that.”
“Go let us go.!”
“Nope. Ain’t gonna turn up. Either you promise to shape up and have existence a good person, or I’m going to frequented place you forever. That’s the deal.”
“You’re not actual good at bargaining. You’ve got to accord. me some incentive.”
“Uh, you create up and I leave you alone. That’s exuberance of incentive. Believe me, buddy, I have power to be a real pain in the ass when I wanna be. Just water-newt my family.”
“Didn’t perceive ghosts had families.”
“Of route we fucking do—way bigger families than the live have. The dead outnumber the keeping by about a trillion billion very great number to one, pal. Man, you’re every idiot. How the hell did you cause to become all of that money in the foremost place? Thought you cutthroat business types were all sharp as kitchen knives.”
“I’m vouchsafed listening to you.”
“Too sorry, because I haven’t even begun to make known you all the ways you’re vice and heartless and a little shit. Stephanie Oliver is eight years thoughtful and dying of treatable cancer for the cause that her family can’t afford the chemotherapy she needs—chemotherapy your gift was gonna cover. She wants to be proper for an electrical engineer like her head, and if she beats her cancer that’s fair what she’ll become—and the technology she develops will revolutionize green energy within the next thirty years. Quinn Powers is twenty-brace and needs heart surgery, which he’ll at no time get thanks to you. He’s gonna die inside of the month, before he can finish writing a piece of music that would lead joy to thousands. He’s moreover never going to marry his infancy sweetheart, Anna, because their wedding is planned beneficial to the summer—which he’s not gonna notice. Lexi Kalam is a mother of brace who can’t afford her prescriptions on this account that a hereditary defect; her kids are not at any time gonna know their mother, and her married man will fall into a debilitating gloominess following her death. Want me to advance on?”
“Can’t give heed to you, la la la, none of that is my problem—”
“Maybe not, yet they’re problems you could set. That you were going to make firm. Are you seriously going to due sit here in your nice hearty bed, in your nice warm penthouse, and permit them and hundreds of other the public suffer and die just so you be possible to have a third vacation home?”
“This is a dream! It’s all a dream! I’m going to rouse up and—”
“If you insist…” He snapped his bony fingers and was abruptly back in his body. He turned to Morgan. “You’re up, brat.”
While Tyler Bourcelle thrashed and floundered in his voluminous sheets, clawing his way out of troubled nap and sitting up with a labor for breath, the Cat landed silently on her feet and stepped up to his bedside. She was evermore pale and icy, but they had gone to extra pains tonight, and she was categorically spectral. Talcum powder on her stand opposite to and hair, white lenses for her eyes. “Tyler Bourcelle,” she afore~, voice hard and flat.
The dependant let out a high-pitched shriek and flung himself backwards away from her. “Oh God! I’m quiet dreaming!”
“This is not at all dream, Tyler Bourcelle,” she said. “I am the Ghost of Christmas Future. I am which will come to pass through your mean greed. I had a life replete of promise before me—abruptly divide short because a hospital did not be the subject of the funds necessary to treat me. Now I exercise volition never know what it is to exist a mother. I will never notice my parents again. I will none enjoy the sun on my external aspect or finish the work I had begun. All for the cause that of you!”
She pointed one accusatory finger that was as true as a loaded gun, the tendency of action he cowered from it with a whimper.
“Damn you,” she hissed with pure venom. “May you transfer the weight of our souls ~ward your shoulders forever. May your every moment of joy turn to ash in your cry. May you falter in every pursuance, and fail at every future essay. May the world turn its back without ceasing you and may you die cold, bitter, poor and alone, with singly guilt and shame and pain considered in the state of your constant companions. I curse you, Tyler Bourcelle, and I volition haunt your every step from this adversity on!”
Face blanched a feeble gray, he buried his face in his pillows—giving Morgan suitable enough time to slip away and at a loss of sight. Several minutes passed at what place he shook and trembled under his sheets, obviously expecting a lightning dart to strike him or for the of the soul apparition to take hold of him. When ten minutes had gone ~ dint of. and nothing had come, he for good surfaced from his cocoon and peered almost hesitantly.
“Alright, God,” he declared in a trembling voice, looking up blindly at the ceiling. “I achieve the picture! I get it! I’ll translate the money—I’ll do it unswerving now!” He leaped from the foundation and into the chair in ef~ery of his desk, opening his laptop and furiously tapping at the keyboard to the time when his bank account information was pulled up. “See? I’m doing it! All of it’s going to Mercy! I’m canceling the payment on the villa! See? Now please don’t commission anyone else to attack me!”
Later, which time they were walking through the frosted incorporated town, she kissed his cheek fondly. Her freshly scrubbed boldness was pink, her blue eyes glittering like congeal over deep water. “How much tarnish did that good deed hardship off your soul, do you judge? Surely enough to buy you some great karma for a few weeks.”
“The rich cozy glow I’m feeling ~ful now is reward enough,” he reported nobly. “You were fantastic, kitten. The place of exhibition has lost a real thespian.”
“You know I never fancied the spotlight. And are you fast that fuzzy feeling is all the compensation you need?” Her gloved course slipped into the pocket of her faux fur-trimmed cover. “Because I may have slipped a in a small degree parting souvenir into my pocket judgment we left. For time spent and services rendered, you puissance say.”
“You cheeky monkey,” he grinned, apprehension the small gold statue from her and studying it. “Ruby eyes, Byzantium design—a same pretty piece indeed. And that base-born deserves a good kick or pair while he’s down. Did you penetrate his dream—ugh! All flash and none taste, that one. This little beauty is far better off in our hands than his….”
“All in every one of, a good night’s work, Clarence.”
“Just doin’ my transporting duty, Gorgeous.”
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